Your Hometown on Multiculturalism

Peter Roberts gasps in horror at what multiculturalism and the practice of importing massive hordes of welfare colonists have done to the homey suburb where he grew up:

When you see your homeland, which was what Greenacre was, turned into a minefield, or a battlefield, or a refuge of drug dealers, criminals, drive-by shooters and terror — you find yourself in a quandary. It’s all part and parcel of the greater good, of the New Australia, of the emergence of alternative cultures — it’s just a settling-in process.

Whatever the apologists say, it’s traumatic to read about the new Greenacre where I had my roots. It’s tragic to see things go so wrong.

The police are powerless. I’ve seen it first-hand. They are harassed and intimidated for simply doing their job. The Premier says we can have confidence in the police to apprehend the culprits of a recent murder in Wilbur Street. Even if they do, which is unlikely, as the local residents live in permanent fear of reprisals, can they stop the next shooting and the next?

Australia has some of the most repressive laws in the world regarding firearms ownership. As in Chicago, this results in deadly anarcho-tyranny.

Soon Greenacre/Lakemba will be an enclave of little Lebanon, with all the worst features transported from a failed country to a new one, one still proud of its tolerance. I am told time and again that tolerance is not weakness. A bit like saying appeasement is not weakness. But I’m growing more sceptical.

That was my home — the place where I simply couldn’t imagine living anywhere else once — transformed to the place where I could never imagine living again.

Greenacre is a suburb of Sydney. It could just as easily be a suburb of London or Los Angeles.

Eventually the civilized will run out of places to retreat to. Then the whole world will be the Third World. Multiculturalism will have triumphed.